Poetry & Fiction

Read an excerpt from The Courier, a novel of international violence, esoteric hallucinations, and a cast of dozens.

The brown spatula of earth ascended like a fly-swatter targeting the underbelly of the buzzing, lurching plane. The pilot’s breath, from the moment Loomis entered the aged Let L-410 Turbolet, had dispersed its sour odor of truly bad vodka with the vigor of a Times Square cigarette-puffing billboard. The L-410 withstood the earth’s sharp smack and bounced, tossing Loomis around the stripped down cabin, his irritation spiking with every painful collision. Read More….

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